Monday, February 14, 2005No Farewell WordsWinter grass speckled green with spring’s flirtation to the blue sky with rolling waves of white, heaven’s ocean the cool rush of air escaping the trees to ring bells wind chimes playing song, harps from angels I sit upon the damp earth and wonder about the tears that wet the ground beneath me, so... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 8:15 AM Comments (7) (permalink) |
